(İMostly Autumn 2001)</p>

Golden hue, no cloud but for smoky whisper in the sky<br>
endless streams of yellow sun warm<br>
starry flowers, the grass is jeweled</p>

As the wind blows through my heart<br>
through the trees of heavens stars<br>
and the elder days still echo<br>
in this timeless land</p>

Beyond myself and full of weary, slumber my head is down<br>
other worldly sense and beauty<br>
lull my sheltered dreams this night<br>
as ageless magic, elven music, pour upon my sleepy brow<br>
so far away yet so close to homely<br>
feelings fill me up somehow</p>

As the wind blows</p>

<b><u>Comments</b></u><br>
Artist Comment: "The spell binding beauty of Lothlorien an the lady Galadriel demands a calm, reflective mood after the excitement of the journey."</p>